Trish's son meant everything to her. She knew that much for sure. There weren't many left in her life around her whom she loved, trusted and considered family. Not after losing her husband and daughter years ago in a dreadful car accident during a family holiday in Spain. She and William had been back at the villa, safe and sound as her loved ones made the ill fated journey back from the grocers.
Trish and her husband Alan had married young and Trish became pregnant with Jake as a uni student and had become pretty much a full time mum as soon as she graduated with a degree in psychology. The life insurance payout meant Trish did not need to work to support herself and Jake however she still worked part time to make ends meet. She did not want her son to grow up thinking life was easy and he would not need to work for a living. She cared for him deeply and was very protective of him. She sure did not want anything to happen to anymore of her family. Jake had taken the death of his father and sister as well as a 10 year old child could, he had led as normal a life as he possible could with a decent mix of friends and taking part in sporting activities and spending time with his mates. He also spent a lot of time at home on his laptop in his room doing all the things normal teenagers would do in the confines of their room.
Jake's mum although protective, did give him space and rarely pried into his room and he was grateful for it. They had a good relationship but his mother sometimes worried why he spent so much time at home and not hanging out with friends. She told him she would always be there for him and he could confide in her anything and Jake was grateful for that. He felt really close to her and her him. Little did they both know just how close they would become...
It was a Saturday afternoon, the 10th anniversary of the deaths of her husband and daughter, June weather flooded the house with warmth and a slight warm breeze wafted through the open windows. Jake was out with the lads for a 5 a-side football tournament while Trish was busy cleaning and preparing dinner for when he got back. As she finished in the kitchen she ambled over to her pc in the living room to try and find a recipe for a dessert for that evening. As she went to switch it on, a loud 'pop' emitted from the back of the pc unit and no power light came on. Trish attempted it again but to no avail.
'Bugger! there goes dessert!'
The pc had seen better days but it was still a nuisance not having it. As she slumped back in the desk chair she suddenly remembered Jake's laptop in his room. She made her way up the stairs to his room and saw the laptop lying on Jake's desk with the screen half open. She lifted it in her arms and made her way back downstairs.
Making herself comfortable on the sofa she switched the laptop on hoping that it would not also blow on her. To her relief it powered up and made the familiar sound when the screen showed the windows home page. As she began browsing searching for a recipe that Jake would appreciate, a small window suddenly appeared in the top left hand corner of the screen. As she looked at it she noticed it was an instant message window.
'Morning J'